All Chapters of CEO's Regret After I Divorced: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Author's POVThe morning light filtered through the massive windows of Ryan's office, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. Simon stood rigidly before Ryan's desk, his expression grim as he delivered the findings of their investigation."We've finally uncovered something about the accident, sir," Simon reported, his voice carefully measured. "The driver wasn't connected to Lucian West's people as we initially suspected. He was working for Kane Blackwood."Ryan's jaw tightened visibly. He leaned forward in his leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. "You're certain it was Kane who orchestrated this?""Yes, sir. The driver's child was critically ill with no money for treatment. Kane paid for everything—the medical bills, the specialists, everything." Simon shifted uncomfortably. "It explains the inconsistencies we found earlier."Ryan nodded slowly, the pieces falling into place. "So Lucian must have discovered something that made Kane nervous enough to act. H

Serena's POVI turned around with a smile, standing to greet him. "Ryan, you're here! Let me introduce you—this is Lance Draven, the designer Mr. West brought in for the collaboration. We've been discussing some fascinating design concepts.""Lance really knows his stuff," I added, trying to keep things professional and light.Ryan's gaze swept over Lance again, his expression remaining deliberately neutral. The temperature in the room practically dropped another five degrees."Hello," he said simply, voice clipped.Lance, clearly sensing Ryan's intimidating aura, stood up and offered a polite smile. "So you're Mr. Blackwood? It's a pleasure to meet you."Ryan gave him a curt nod before turning to me. "It's getting late. We should head home for dinner."I glanced between the two men, trying not to smile at Ryan's transparent attempt to extract me from the situation. "Lance, I didn't realize we'd been talking so long. Would you like to join us for dinner?"Lance shook his head quickly.

Lucian's POVThey were there again—hovering just beyond my reach in that foggy realm between consciousness and sleep. My parents. Not the cold-blooded business tycoons who raised me, but my true parents—their faces always slightly blurred, like looking through rain-streaked glass."We trusted them," my mother's voice whispered, as it always did in these recurring dreams. "And they destroyed us."My father's hand reached toward me, fingers never quite making contact. "The truth is buried in the ashes, son. Find it."I jerked awake, my silk sheets damp with sweat, heart hammering against my ribcage like it wanted to escape."I will make this right," I whispered to the empty penthouse bedroom. "I swear it."Sleep was pointless now. I threw back the covers and padded to the floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the city sprawled below. My city. The empire I'd built from nothing after clawing my way up from the ashes of my true family's destruction.Celestial Gems hadn't become the jewelr

Serena's POVI stood in the sprawling garden of the Blackwood estate, watching the parade of black limousines pull into the driveway. Evelyn's funeral was a spectacle that would have made the old woman herself raise an eyebrow—too ostentatious, too performative, too... Kane."This is ridiculous," I whispered to Ryan, adjusting my black maternity dress that barely contained my growing belly. "She would have hated this circus."Ryan's jaw tightened as he surveyed the scene.Nearly every important business figure in the city had arrived, not to mourn Evelyn but to witness the power shift happening before their eyes. The funeral had morphed into a grotesque networking event, with Kane holding court from his wheelchair like a king on a throne.The service itself was coldly efficient—expensive flowers, rehearsed eulogies, and not a genuine tear in sight. I found myself blinking back tears, not for the ceremony but for the woman I once knew, who deserved better than this mockery.When Kane wh

Serena's POVI didn't want to pry too much into Maya's London progress, so I gathered a few designers from the studio and headed to Lance's art exhibition instead. The event was being held at a prestigious downtown art gallery—quite the grand affair.Lance Draven's name alone was enough to draw a significant crowd. The designers accompanying me were practically vibrating with excitement. To them, Lance was already a master-level designer, someone they deeply admired from afar.After entering the gallery, my colleagues dispersed in small groups to explore the exhibition. I wandered deeper inside and found myself drawn to the centerpiece sculpture in the main hall.Many guests were gathered around this particular work—a stone phoenix with incomplete feathers, its body covered in cracks and burn marks. Despite its damaged appearance, the bird was captured in a moment of flight, its wings spread wide, conveying an incredibly powerful sense of vitality."A master truly is a master," someone